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She walked along the darkening alleyway, the sound of her heels echoing of the high walls, the sound of nervous breath sounding loud in her ears. Trying to hurry to the busier streets, but the cobbled ground kept making her heels slip, causing her to stumble if she went at more than her normal walking pace.

Why, she asked herself, why had she argued with him? If she hadn’t, she would still be in the pub, safe, warm. Instead of which here she was, alone, walking down a darkened alley in the late evening.

Normally this part of town, so close to the river would be heaving with tourists, but this night, just as the seasons were turning from winter to spring, it was empty.

She should have brought a jacket, but of course she had been with her boyfriend, arriving in his car so she hadn’t needed one.

An early spring breeze suddenly blew, making her reach down and grasp her short skirt with her hand, making her nearly drop her clutch bag. The breeze whipped around her, ruffling her thin white blouse, forcing it back against her C cup breasts.

For a moment, she stopped, panicked, she could have sworn she had heard something, she listened, but all she could hear was her own shallow breath. For a moment she was tempted to turn around, go back to him and apologise, but her foolish pride would not let her.

She carried on walking, ‘there it is again’ she thought, stopping again, again nothing could be heard. ‘Stop it you silly cow’ she said to herself ‘get out of this alley and find a cab and get home.

Looking up, seeing the end of the alleyways ahead of her she started forward again.
Before she got very far she felt hot, fetid breath on her neck, a hand snatched out and covered her mouth and his other hand put a knife to her trembling throat.

‘Keep quiet and do as you are told’ a frightening voice hissed into her ear ‘and you won’t get hurt’. Too scared to attempt anything, she could only nod her agreement.

‘Good girl’ the hand was released from her mouth.

‘WWWhat do you want. I I I don’t have much money on me but it is all yours’ she managed to gasp out, her voice a little above a whisper, her Irish accent filling the air.

‘Money?’ Came the mocking reply, as the hand that was freed from her mouth moved down her shoulder, onto her breasts, roughly squeezing them ‘what a nice pair of tits’

‘Oh no’ she gasped ‘please not that, please’ she pleaded with him; realising it was futile she started to scream ‘HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP RAAAAAAPPPPPPEEEEE’.

Suddenly, she was spun towards the wall, SMACK, his hand hit her face, leaving a stinging feeling on her cheek; she felt the knife come to her throat killing of the scream. ‘What the fuck did I say, didn’t I fucking warn you’ the knife flicked up just missing her throat but she got the idea.

‘That’s better, you don’t to give me a headache do you?’ he mocked. With that he leant forward and started to kiss her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, his breath, smelling of stale beer, revolting her.

He grabbed her by the elbow, he half led, half dragged her along until he reached a small courtyard, lit by starlight and a small security light in the corner.

He pushed her to the wall and stood back, admiring his prize, around twenty, nice size breasts, not too tall, combined with long slim legs leading to a nice, pert arse.

He leant forward and started to kiss her again, all the while his hands roughly explored the cowed woman’s body.

Standing back after grabbing her purse from her hands, he leered at her ‘strip’ he commanded.

The woman hesitated, ‘strip’ he forcibly repeated, he raised the hand holding the knife and placed the blade in between the blouses buttons ‘either you do it, or Mr Knife does it, only if that happens you end up walking home naked’ he laughed, an insane laugh, which told her that he was not a man to be trifled with

She closed her eyes, and then, with trembling hands she started to unbutton her blouse, pulling it out of her waistband. She could hear his gasp of appreciation as her white lacy bra covered breasts came into view. She opened her eyes and looked around her.

‘Why you stopped’ ‘’I need somewhere to hang this’

The man pointed to a hook, to one side, just above her head. To reach it she had to turn and reach up, meaning that her breasts strained against their coverings and her skirt rode up her thighs, showing off the bottom of her cheeks

‘Nice fucking tits you have there, now show them properly’

She turned to face him, reaching behind her to undo the clasp, her shoulders pulling her breasts forward, reaching towards her attacker. Gradually the cups fell away, allowing him to gaze upon what had been, until this attack, her proudest body part, her perfectly shaped, breasts, the light from the sodium enhancing her tanned skin, and darkening the colouring of pink nipples, which were rapidly hardening in the cool night air.
The attacker gave a sharp intake of breath ‘they are fucking fantastic, they real Linzi’

‘Yes they are’ a flash of anger, which blinded her for a moment to the fact he had spoken her name.

‘Okay lose the skirt’

She reached to the side, unzipping the short mid thigh skirt, pushing it down to the ground. She went to bend down to pick it up ‘knees straight’ she was ordered, she stood up and bent forward, which caused her boobs to hang forward, temptingly. Her attacker reached forward, grabbing one in each hand. And roughly squeezing, pushing them together and then pulling them, slightly apart.

His grabbed a nipple between the fingers and thumbs of each hand and started to twist.

‘Oww’ Linzi cried, she was released and allowed to stand up and hang her skirt with the rest of her clothing, leaving her there, standing naked except for French cut knickers and high heels.

As she turned back she realised what he had called her ‘how did you know my name’ she asked in a soft voice, in answer, he pulled her driving licence from out of his pocket, so he knew her name, and her address ‘insurance’ was all he said, replacing the item in his pocket.

Without being asked, she put her fingers in the waistband of underwear and started to slide them down her long, slim legs.

‘Turn around’ she was commanded, she complied. Without being asked, knowing what this, this creature, she could not bring herself to call him a man, wanted, she bent at the knee when removing them, and she felt his hands on her cheeks, squeezing them as roughly as he had her breasts. ‘Nice arse Linzi, spankable’ and with that he brought his hand down, thwack, she felt heat across the cheek. His hand came down onto the second, more heat. He then smacked the first cheek, returning to the second again. Over and over she felt his hand hit her, she could feel the heat building, not able to move or protest.

Then as suddenly as he had started, it stopped.

She heard a zip go down, and then felt him rub the end of his cock, all over her reddened arse. Dear god, no not that.

She felt him step back, taking a chance she stood up and turned to face him.
Seeing him there, with his cock hanging out of his trouser brought home what was happening, her eyes widened in fear ‘no, no, no don’t rape me, please don’t rape me, I beg you’ her words were to no avail, her attacker stepped forward. She could feel his cock against her body, lying across her stomach. The feel of it brought some fight to her, and even though he stood good four or five inches above her, she started to beat on his chest.

‘Leave me alone, LEAVE ME ALONE’ all that happened was that his cock twitched, it got, if that was possible, even harder.

He stepped away for a moment leaving her hands flailing in thin air, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. She felt his gaze full from her shoulder length blond hair, taking in the details of her beautiful, almost innocent face. Down the length of her body, from her perfect breasts, down her flat stomach to her shaven pussy with only the merest hint of a tan line, down her long slim legs, all the way to her feet, still clad in her high heels.

‘Very nice, you are definitely built for fucking, turn around’ she complied so he could repeat his gaze, drinking in the sight of her perfect, toned arse cheeks.

Stepping forward again he brought his hands to her shoulders, pressuring her down. She tried to push him off.

She knew what was coming, but she had hope, if she could make him cum, then maybe he would not be able to rape her, and she could grab her clothes and run. So she stopped fighting him, and let him push her to the floor.

When his cock came to eye level, she looked at it for a second, and then brought her hand up, reaching around the shaft, pulling the skin away from the head. She leant forward slightly and stuck out her tongue, gently licking the head and then pulling it into her mouth, inch by inch, swirling her tongue, wanking her hand in concert with her sucking, slow one moment, faster and faster the next. Slowing it back down and then speeding back up. All to try and make him cum, but it was to no avail. She reached up with her other hand and squeezed his balls, still nothing.

She released him for a moment, spat on her hands, and the shaft and went back to work.

Back and forth she worked, still nothing, she tried quickening the pace even more, she licked along the shaft. She even took his balls into her mouth, and sucked them. Still, her only reward was the slurping and sucking noises filling the courtyard.

‘Enough, enough’ she heard. She had failed.

He lifted her to her feet. His hands moved all over her, squeezing her breasts, over her stomach, moving behind her to squeeze her cheeks, circling then, kneading them. Working their way down, she felt his hands move to the front of her thighs. Instinctively, she clamped them together. He chuckled, brought his hand back up, putting the knife back to her throat. She opened up like a flower.

‘That’s better whore’

He brought his hand up to the pussy, rubbing his fingers along its lips, catching her clit, just hard enough. First one, then two fingers entered her, just up to the knuckle. He started to thrust them back and forth, using them like she realised he would use his cock, and she was powerless to prevent it. As he worked his fingers in her, his thumb started to circle her clit.

At his ministrations, despite the circumstances, and to her lasting shame, her pussy responded, it was like it had a mind of its own. She feel the wetness start to flow, and then as he roughened up his movements, she could feel her orgasm building.

Tears of shame started to flow down her cheeks ‘you like this don’t you whore, you want this don’t you’ ‘no’ she replied ‘leave me alone’ her voice, barely a whisper now, breathy with lust, her accent making it sound like a purr.

‘That’s not what your cunt says whore, its telling me that it wants a big hard cock, my big hard cock, that’s right that’s what you want’

Later she would say she was trying to humour him, but at the time the words she spoke ‘yes I want your big hard cock’ were the result of her shameful lust.
He pulled his fingers out, and then in one movement, lifted her up and impaled her on his cock. Roughly hammering it into her, her legs raising themselves to wrap around his waist hating herself for thinking it, for enjoying it.

She could feel it working in and out of her pussy ‘fuck you’re tight, your boyfriend must be a proper pencil dick. The movement, the feel of it hitting her cervix, his words, being called a whore, all got to her ‘you are a whore, you’re nothing but a little Irish slut, all you live for is cock’ hammering away at her soul, all combined to give her second orgasm of the day.

He smiled, his victory complete, he could feel his orgasm start to build. Pulling out, she looked at him with a look that was part lust, part disappointment and partly humiliation for feeling this way, for, and God help her, for enjoying the rape.

He pushed her to his knees, and then working his hands furiously up and down his shaft he started to shoot large globs of hot, sticky cum all over her face, her tits. Some hit her hair and some landed on knees, until his erection had subsided.

Reaching up, he grabbed her knickers from there hanging place and rubbed them all over his softening cock. Chucking them back at Linzi, he winked at her while putting his cock away, ‘cheers whore, that weren’t bad, maybe with practice, we could make a porn star out of you’ and with that left her alone, to get dressed.

Making it to the end of the alleyway, he bumped into some friends ‘hi Pete, one of them shouted, been Perving’

‘You know me, they don’t call me PerviPete for nothing, fancy a pint’ and with that he led them into the nearest bar.